Over at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Magaly is hosting and asks us to write about one of three bees – the Queen Bee, the bee that works the hardest or the bee that doesn’t fit in. Of course I chose the latter. I don’t feel that I’ve ever fitted in anywhere really (although the writing and art community seems to be suiting me rather well these days!). That not fitting in thing was certainly a theme of my growing up…

Please head on over to The Garden, have a good read and if you feel inspired, join in!

I like this, Freya. It reminds me of how I sometimes feel, just a little hippie left in me, the feeling at least. That was towards the end, towards the beginning here I was thinking of the men’s restrooms, a lot don’t even have partitions.
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My grandma used to say, “Nature makes them, and they get together.” I wonder if that’s how so many writers (who also happen to not fit in) end up in the garden. We fit with each other. That’s such a great thing. And yes, there is the nice hair, too. 🙂

I went through the same about a decade before. We had to take gym and pass! I even failed at showers as I ran, like you, as fast as possible through the perfect bodies of my gym mates. I always seemed to slip on something.
You really called back that feeling — which I still have today. There is a discount designer store in another town with no curtains/doors. Now, it’s the mirrors! I have one at home — on the medicine cabinet door.